User blog comment:Lathagarr Stormgale of Tronn/By Sword and Quill - RPG/@comment-3094815-20180131234912/@comment-2246928-20180201015151

A young hare in a pink mess jacket, an imitation of the very same often worn by Long Patrol privates, joined the squirrel, a little wood-whittling knife tucked into the red sash about his small, plump waist and a crudely-cut elderwood stick in one paw. "Dirk hid shortly after y' asked t' join 'im, sah, so I volunteer t' join y', wot. First watch, quite an 'onorable duty iffen I do say so meself, sah, which I most certainly flippin' do wot, pardon th' language." He stood alongside the squirrel, and after a short amount of silence from the leveret, he twirled the stick in his paw, the tips of his ears quietly beginning to blush from embarassment. "Hff, pardon me boldness, sah, I... I do 'ope ye don't mind me volunteerin' like that, I know I'm not much bigger 'n that rotten fellow Dirk back there... but..." He straightened up slightly and tried a brave look on his fuzzy, patchy brown and white face, his pink nose twitching. "I... I'm brave as c'n be, sah, 'n' know how t' swing a good fist. I'll protect these chaps with you gallantly, I jolly well promise, sah. Provided y'll have me, sah."